scissors (feat. Taylor Bentley & Jay Stix)

She wanna party with the party rockers let her come on stage

I can buy her what she want cause I been balling like I'm Cade

These **** internet thugging I ain't thinking bout my page

I been out the way but best believe a **** getting paper

I been riding solo with the pistol **** faking

Gave a thousand to my bitch and told her this just for the basics

I know that money talk so I ain't really gotta say shit

I can't communicate with **** it ain't money conversations

Ain't doing deals don't try to call me for no hook up

**** fell asleep, I think it's time for them to look up

My bitch a homebody, she be in the burbs somewhere put up

He wanna be me, that shit ain't gone work I told him good luck

Sco just did the beat, I had to thank him for the cook up

1500 gotta call DB you tryna book us

I'm going up off these bars like a pull up

Told her I'm pressed for time, she gone throw the neck to make me pull up

Took an addy broke it down in half it's intermission

That's your mans chain when you wanna wear it, you need permission

High as hell sitting in a suite to see the pistons

I ain't thinking bout emotions, I'm just tryna get these digits

Broke **** think it's static it ain't friction

I ain't blew my pistol in a minute I been itching

It's my third time going back in Saks I'm really tripping

I had to cut her off she handed me the scissors

Tell that **** send some money for a good time

Good vibes, just packed a **** for this blunt, it's a good high

Bitch keep asking me my name need a good lie

Thinking Stacy or Tiffany, it's gone cost a cool couple bucks just to sit with me

Bitch better pray to whoever after dissing me

Always down to light a **** block up like a Christmas tree

I can get a bitch dub-stepped, I don't miss the beat

Whisper to your **** go dumb feel like kick the sneak

The way I burn this tree down, I feel like the Grinch

Nina barking at a ****, thinking life's a bitch

I think my angel sending plays cause my palms do itch

Get to talking bout the plays then I'm all in

Yo bitch call me up late & let me fall in

Ben Johnson, I'm the one who put the calls in

I ain't coming out this winter I'm getting all bread

This winter finna stack the fuck up

I'm Ludacris, better back the fuck up

If I wanna dump a load, tell a bitch to come and back her truck up

I still record with the bros when the Mac a fuck up

I know my life look crazy to a **** who ain't got nothing

Damn I been feeling too lazy I'm bout to drop somethin

I been searching for a knot like I doubt something

Ayy, I'm a motherfuckin G.O.D

My clan go first like I'm playing C.O.D

Instead of see me work, baby wanna be O.D

You my type and all, but we gotta be lowkey

You my type and all, but we gotta be lowkey

Fuckin G.O.D, I'm a motherfuckin G.O.D